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Fresh Meat; Sack
Topic Started: Jul 19 2009, 02:30 AM (345 Views)
Feral
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Date: 1/06/09
Time: 10 PM


The moment she was shipped off to the Helicarrier, Feral could tell this was gonna be a great rest of her life. Orientation went great; she got a befitting haircut which was totally her style, a beautiful, shining bracelet, and a fantastic new outfit. They even gave her a great new nickname, which the guards were going to call her (All of which were total hotties, by the way!). She couldn't wait to write home to Mom, that is, until she remembered that she murdered her. Oops.

The guards dragged her around on a long chain which was attached to her null cuff, along with several other fugitive women, all of which scared her more than she ever had any little kids in Mutant Town. Never gonna be able to do that again. After walking through several sections of the aircraft, the guard at the very front of the line shoved a key into first woman's null cuff, and the chain dropped next to each of the women. With a grim frown, the man pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and began to read off of it.

Maria, for the most part, looked blankly at the man, and didn't really listen to what he was saying, until he read off '274'. The young woman perked up, and stepped out of the line, noticing that many women were missing from it. "Sir?" She said loudly, a slight attitude present. The guard pointed to a room that was only a few yards away from where she was standing, which she found to be her cell. A different guard opened the door for her, and, after the young girl walked into it, closed and locked it. Her cellmate seemed nice enough. She didn't talk.

After about an hour, the doors were unlocked, and a fuzzy voice came over the intercom. All that Maria could make out was something about the grounds of CAGE. Her cell mate stood from her bed and walked out the door. Now, it was time to meet the only people she was going to be around for the rest of her miserable life. Most of them were really creepy, and she was glad that she couldn't recognize anybody there. She didn't need any enemies before she even got settled in.
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Sack was already out on the grounds. Though, there was no ground to be had, the grounds was basically considered the recess area. Sometimes it was called the yard in most prisons. Here, however, there was no yard to be had. No sweet grass to lay upon or have your dog piss in, no wind other than the slow and constant push of the air conditioning systems or the dull groan of the CAGE's hovering shit. Hell, there wasn't even a sky to look at. Instead, there was just a dull, flat ceiling with a bunch of lights. And you know what? Those lights weren't even economy friendly.

Fucking commie bastards. Don't they care about the world?

Oh wait, they don't. That's why they have cocksucking jobs for the government. Soulless pricks!

Sitting on one of the tables strewn in the yard, Sack leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

"Oh man. Today's newbie day. Who's gonna get raped?" he said with a vibrant smile, his white teeth showing through his gelatinous lips before he even cracked a grin.

"Jesus fuck, Sack, don't you ever think about something else?" a member of Gene Nation complained next to him. "All you talk about are rapes, shanks, and molestation. Get a grip, man. There's other things to talk about."

"Yeah... but this is like prison. That's all they talk about there."

"You've never been to a real prison have you? We've got it made, even by human standards."

"Piss off then. I'll stop talking about shit like that when I'm outta this damn place."

The guy exhaled, laying back on the table, mumbling something about a crazy fuck.

Getting back to business, Sack leaned forward, watching as the woman's block came out. Numerous wolf whistles rose up around the yard, a chorus of high-pitched sounds rising up every so often. Smiling to himself, he remained silent, yellow and violet eyes trained on the people as they entered. "Let's see..." he mused ,"Who's the fresh meat?" The women continued coming out, filtering into the yard, moving about in their own groups and interacting with the men. As he watched them come out like ants, his brows raised.

"Holy shit...A Morlock."

From behind him, the fellow GN member mumbled. "The fuck's a Morlock? Why you always gotta talk all cryptic and shit?"

"I was, and that bitch is." Coming to a stand on the table's bench, he dropped off and began making his way across the yard. So a fucking Morlock made it into CAGE? Amazing. He never assumed any of them had it in their little dainty souls to do something to earn that. Hell.. Hah.. man, he hardly had a train of thought.

Making his way across the yard, Sack would approach the girl he knew was familiar, who he knew had to be from the Morlocks.

"Is that cold bitch still runnin' the sewers or have the group of ya finally bothered to stop living in shit and get upground?"
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The welcome wagon had arrived, in the form of that blue bastard which abandoned her new 'family' a few weeks into her stay. The moment that she noticed Sack, a grim look was cast on her face, and she immediately attempted to get away. Until, unfortunately, he started to approach her. "Fuck dammit." She said quietly, and turned back to the gelatinous idiot. She let him say the first word, so that she didn't start off on a string of bad words. Plus she didn't really remember his name.

"Is that cold bitch still runnin' the sewers or have the group of ya finally bothered to stop living in shit and get upground?"

The young girl grumbled at the sound of somebody making fun of Callisto. That really got her blood running. "Shove it out your eyes, jello shot." She crossed her arms, trying to hold back the urge to claw his body off, but the big metal bracelet that was keeping her claws away made that mighty uncomfortable. She put her arms at her side and leaned back on her leg, trying to look less of a bitchy high school student.

It was a shame that the first person she talked to there was an enemy of her pals back home. She would have rather it been someone cool, like one of the more masculine women that would hit on her, and make her feel good about herself. Looking back up at the guy, she took a step back and resumed talking. "And don't even call Callisto a bad name, or I'll -- or I'll do something crazy that you couldn't imagine." It sure was hard to make threats when she was just a normal Latina. This really sucked.
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Sack liked to watch them struggle. Put a raccoon or a oppossum in a cage and poke them with a stick and see how they react. Bind a person with rope and watch them squirm. It was all a game to Sack. Just watching them wriggle around in whatever situation they were in was more than enough to bring a smile. Just like this girl...what was her name now? Keral? Something like that. He'd been in CAGE far too long to remember names perfectly, kind of how you forget people who you went to highschool with. Watching her try to get away as he approached was great... she even cursed under her breath.

"Shove it out your eyes, jello shot."

"Sweet! Now just call me a body shot and we'll get wasted!" he cackled, not really hiding any sarcasm on his breath.

Moving up against the wall next to her, Sack leaned, supporting himself with an outstretched arm. Like this, he hovered pretty close. "I'll call that cunt whatever I damn well please, Keral -- that's your name right? And I'm toooootally sure you can do something crazy," Sack snickered, finding the whole idea hilarious. "While you were sniffing mildew under the sewers I was here; you know what prison does to people?"

He smiled, eyes growing almost wild, a big smile forming. "It makes people crazy. Prison isn't a game, no matter how much you treat it like that."

"So what did you do? Eat a rat? Clean someone's shoes bad? You Morlocks never had spines -- why the fuck you think I left? That bitch was too held up on staying hidden like fucking cowards. No spine. Obviously you have one. So what'd you do?"
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The blue dude's sense of humor wasn't very much like hers. Maria didn't exactly appreciate it, and snarled at him, forcing herself to take another step back before she pounced on him. The guy really knew how to piss someone off, she gave him that. And maybe she was just letting him get to her head. If either were to start fighting, a guard would come over and break up the fight.

Right?

No way he could touch her. She decided the best way to talk to him was to let him talk shit. When she got out for being a good girl (they can do that for life sentences, she was sure of it), and he was stuck in jail like a dumb ass, she would really show him. Best revenge is living well. Or clawing their face off. But look where that second option has gotten her. Naughty naughty.

"Yeah, sure, buddy boy. You're hilarious as fuck." She looked away from him, and used her peripheral to see his reaction, which she was confident would be an upset look, since she didn't think he was as hilarious as he seemed to think he was.

But when he went back on about Callisto, Feral hoped to God there was anger management classes at CAGE. Callisto was the mom she never murdered, and even more than that. "Hush your mouth, asswipe! Callisto never did nothing to you, all she wanted was to help." Feral wasn't really sure what happened with Jello Shot, or why he left. But, knowing Callisto, it was likely that she was trying to be a good host, and he was just being an idiot.

"Y'know I don't, and I really don't give a rat's ass. We don't live a life of luxury down there, but we got each other. You never understood," she sighed, and out of anger, blew air out her nose in a huff. So much for ignoring Jello Shot.

"If you really care, and I doubt you do, I killed my mom and her shit head uvva husband. And they say I killed my brother and sis, but I didn't do that," She grunted, and crossed her arms, despite it being uncomfortable, "And m'name's Feral, dammit. Not Carol."
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"Why thank you! I always thought I was the most boisterous lad in the yard!" he said, making his best attempt at having the voice of a prepubescent child, even throwing up a crack or two as he spoke. It's true, he was the most hilarious fuck in CAGE. If not him, then who? He was the only one with a real personality, so everyone else could suck the cock of comedy.

He could tell that this new girl was getting antsy. Well, maybe not antsy, but she was definitely getting adgitated with him. She was rather protective of herself, taking a step back when he placed his hand on the wall next to her like a kickass jock with his cheerleader girlfriend on a locker. Not only that, but she was rather sassy too. Something Sack liked. It made breaking in the newcomers more fun. If anything, she would at least provide him with a bit of amusement. She was even calling him an asswipe, how elementary!

"Kek! You were too young to remember, I think, exactly what happened between me and Callisto. You were too ignorant to know -- I bet you still are. But Callisto aside, since you apparently have no intention of talking about that tranny bitch, I'll stop." For now, anyways. He'd like to talk to her. Maybe more... privately.

"I understood plenty about the Morlocks. Didn't you know? I was there longer. But I'm different. I'm better than the rest of them. Unlike Callisto, I have ambition and I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill them, even if it means killing you all." Utterly cold in expression as he spoke, he reverted to his former demeanor an instant later.

As she told her crime, he smiled. Big. "Oh yeah? That's interesting. I'm proud of you Keral. You did something. You're becoming like me." Leaning in close, yellow and violet eyes leveled with hers. "Because of that, I'm going to extend you an offer. This is your first day, right? You're fresh meat. No one's touched you yet." Sack leaned in, coming barely a hairs breath away from her.

"Join the Nation. The Nation is made for us."
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Staring blankly at the man, trying not to let his annoying voice get to her, and responded to him in a rather monotone voice. "Try obnoxious." Shortly after this, she smiled a shit eating grin, as if she was a devious and clever little rascal. At this point, she was just joking around with the guy. She wasn't really sure where this all was going, and nor could she tell if they were just cracking jokes at this point. Dude was weird. She felt creeped out just looking at him, and she had the urge to say 'Look at the time, gotta run!'.

But she had that feeling, that maybe, just maybe, she should stick around, and maybe gain a friend. Or just learn more about Jello Shot, like his name.

"Was I too young or too ignorant? Cause I don't appreciate neither." She squinted at him, showing more signs of exasperation. After putting an end to the talk about Callisto, Maria sighed, partly out of being annoyed, and the other part out of relief. She didn't want to talk about something she didn't know everything about. "Good. I'm glad you at least have some social skills, pal." Maria glanced away, trying not to look him in the eyes, in case he did some sort of mind tricks on her. The way that he was still in ooze form, rather than being a human like everyone else meant so many other things. He could have had a Medusa stare or something, and the Latina didn't want to find out.

But, just then, Jello Shot went on in a really weird voice that she hadn't heard him use so far. Made her even more creeped out. "Look, our experience with the Morlocks is different, let's put that aside. We're never gonna see 'em again... what does it even matter anymore?" She shook her head, and turned back to him, a more sullen face than usual. "I'm not like you. Don't never say that. And it's Feral, fuck dam -- Oh, you're just doing that to get my goat, huh? Bastard." She snarled, and crossed her arms.

Yet again, Jello Shot's tone changed. It wasn't as creepy, though; Maria didn't mind it this time. Then he got really, really close. But she didn't flinch. Not even the tiniest movement.

After this 'Nation' talk, Maria swallowed, and inched away. "I'm American, if that's what you're on about."
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"I have social skills, but they're more directive than the usual 'hey, I'm a guy, you're a girl, let's fuck'. In here, that kind of stuff doesn't happen. Here, let me show you." He gave a morbid grin, thumbs hooking the edge of his orange trousers. As his pants slid over his hips, his nonexistant loins were exposed. "The higher ups don't like mutants, at all. Traskmaster is a dick, so he makes sure any mutants who wanna get freaky-deaky with eachother are chemically and physically castrated. Me and a girl tried goin' at it. Oh-ho! Let me tell you, that sure was fun getting my nuts carved off with a poorly sharpened scapel." Tugging his pants up, he smiled. Of course, Sack was completely bullshitting the whole thing. It was more for a shock factor. Let the newbies think things like that will happen. Let them feel the cruel touch of sexual repression. Even for a kid, he knew Keral would grow into her body some day and want to experiment. Leaving that on her conscious (because there was no way she could tell the difference, especially with the physical evidence right in front of her), Sack moved on.

" You may not see them again, Keral, but I will. I'll make sure of that. I'll get out of here someday after all my life sentences are forgotten and this place is over-crowded. I'll be sure to let that cunt know where I left you," he released a horrible laugh, pulling back from the wall.

Ignoring the fact that she had corrected him twice now about her name, Sack remained content to call her as he named her. "Keral, American or not, you can join the Nation. Prison's a hard place and you either assimilate or become the bitch. You don't want to be the bitch, do you Keral? The Nation's for people like us. Mutants. Real mutants. Not those who still have white asses, black cheeks, or yellow skins. People who are really different. People who know and want their powers to really be superior. In CAGE, we're all Homo superior, but out of all of them, Gene Nation is the best. We've got the most members," he might be lying ,"and the most viable security in the prison."

"You see, there are those Sayan chumps -- commies, you don't want to support communism do you Keral? -- and those LD50s. Those guys are batshit. If they weren't so batshit, they'd fit in with us fine. Gene Nation's the only smart group. We've got muscle and brains. You're a new girl, Keral. You get to decide where you go. Unless..." Sack's eyes grew narrowed, gaining an almost cunning look. "Unless we make you join. And trust me... we will if we want."
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Up to the point that Sack revealed himself to the young woman, she was sort of starting to trust him a little bit. A tiny itty bitty bit. But then he showed him that he was lacking the entire male anatomy, and she thought that maybe she had made her first memory at prison. Maria was never ever going to live that down, and she definitely couldn't wait until she got stabbed in prison. If that was how prison went, she didn't much care to be alive at all. When the man flashed the Latina, she gagged, and put her hand to her stomach. "You God forsaken -- that's the most horrible disgusting thing I ever did see. And who's this Traskmaster?"

As he went on with his story, she had to keep her eyes fixated on his face, so that she wouldn't be tempted to look back down, since he didn't seem to want to pull his pants back up. Finally, he pulled up his pants, and Maria sighed in relief, looking to the side as she did so. "Least it probably didn't take long for them to cut... 'it' off," She said with a smirk, and then turned back to Jello Shot. Then he started on about them not being able to ever have sex again. This wasn't really an aspect of normal life that Maria was actually going to miss. After getting raped by the ape, she wasn't so sure she would be able to get down and dirty with a guy without clawing them to pieces. The thought made her giggle.

"Y'know, I don't see that happening. Like, at all. And you said life sentences with an 's', you expect me to believe you could do anything that awful?" Raising her left eyebrow, and lowering her right, Maria couldn't really imagine the man being in for anything other than stealing some guy's toaster or something ridiculous. He looked nothing more than a crazy weirdo, that also happened to ooze.

After being called Keral for the fourth time, she just shook it off, and kept with her 'ignore the douche bag' attitude, and decided not to correct him. The blue mutant would just get more of a kick out of it the more that the feral decided to call him on it. It was also at this point that she decided that she didn't really want to be anyone's bitch, but if there were gangs and cults or something of that nature, she wasn't quite so sure which was more a priority: being the good little prison inmate, and never getting in trouble with the guards, or being the bitch of the helicarrier. Honestly, she couldn't make up her mind. "Gene Nation, huh?" She thought it over carefully, and, after deliberation, of looking at the floor, she returned his invitation with a shrug. "I'll sleep on it. I don't wanna get with no commie shit, so I could just tell the Super Sayans to kiss my delicious Mexican ass. They don't bother us, scientific fact."

She nodded matter-of-factly, and went on. "And LD50 is a weak name. But I'm kinda batshit too, y'know?" She bobbed her head side to side, as if she was still deliberating, even though she had already had her heart set on being a pretend member of his secret club, if it was possible. She sighed, and put her hands on her hips. "What do you guys do, anyway? Touch each other and talk about how much you hate the other guys? Cause I hear from my buddies that that's all prison gangs really do. That and get AIDS from using needles to give each other tattoos. That shit's messed up."
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"It's not that bad, actually. I'm smoother than a baby's bottom there than on the back where there's a huge dimple," he said with a crude grin, thumbs making sure his pants were nice and snug about his waist. "Traskmaster is... what do you call them... the boss guy... the big cheese... King of the land... Oh! Warden. He's a douchebag. He hates mutants and likes to throw around the death penalty. A real big douche. I'm sure you'll meet him some day when he makes the yearly rounds." Sack gave a shrug. He'd seen the bastard a few times but never did anything to warrant conversation with him. He wouldn't want to talk with some mutant-hating bigot anyways. He'd just want to kill them. Attempts had been made, but those guys were never seen again... So Sack felt like keeping his head on while in CAGE.

"Giiiirl, you don't know what it was like after I left those pussy Morlocks," he said, lifting a hand and waving it dismissively. "We'll just ignore that for another time. Let's get back to business, shall we?"

Sack grinned as he listened to her muse over joining the Nation. It would be good for her, and for the Nation. They needed some ladies in it. Keeps moral up, right? They wouldn't do anything to her anyways except 'bate. Rules of the Nation prevented the unwilling violation of another member. If she was part of the Nation, she was safe from them. If she wasn't... Well, there was no reason for them to protect her. "Yeah, those commies are shit heads. Might as well be wearing "I cause the cold war" on their uniforms. LD50s are just batshit. You aren't the type of batshit they are, Keral. Trust me. You'll know crazy when you see it. You can be the 'Oh hell no 'e didn't I'ma nacho libra chica with knives', but LD50 is batshit." Sack was a little batshit too, by most standards, but he hadn't lost touch with reality. He just... didn't care.

"Oh, you're such a sassy little creature... Gene Nation isn't just a gang. It's everything. It's a revolution, a culture, a lifestyle, it's the future. Magnanimous taglines aside, Gene Nation is there for the better of mutant kind. Mutant rights, gung-ho, ya know? It's not just a prison gang like those other douchebags. We got people on the outside -- mutants -- everywhere. Your buddies would get their asses handed to them if they ever talked to the Nation like that. And AIDs isn't a problem here. Mutants with it... well, I don't need to really tell ya. Guards aren't allowed to be here either."

"Gene Nation's the place for ya, little Morly Keral. We've got the better portion of mutants here," again, he was probably lying ," and no one starts shit with us. If you don't wanna get shanked, you'll join us." There was also the option of Sack making her join, but he was all super hush-hush about that...
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With a frown of disgust, Maria stared at the blue man, just waiting for him to stop talking about his body, post- castration. "Gross. Would you stop talking about your front butt? Not something I really enjoy hearing about, 'specially from the likes of you." She took another step away from him, getting a little uncomfortable overall. This wasn't a good start to the rest of her life. "Anyways," She said, rolling her eyes. "He don't sound all too pleasant, do he?" After this rhetorical question, she looked to the ground, preferring not to look directly at Jello Shot any longer. "You ever had a run in with him?" She said, in sort of a mumble while she looked around at the others in the 'yard'.

The feral girl had assumed that they were finished talking about the Morlocks, but Jello Shot seemed to want to linger on the subject. Almost immediately, she jolted her head back to him, from staring into the distance, not seeing any other familiar faces amongst the masses. "Can we get off this? It's like you don't know when to drop something." She glared at him, and, after a deep breath, turned back away from him. She ignored what seemed to be him mocking her upbring and accent, and prompting her to cross her arms in frustration once more. Dear God, she missed being able to claw herself back to being happy.

"Yeah," The Latina said, sighing in between thoughts, "Back to business."

As the man rambled on about the other two prominent gangs, Maria giggled shortly, and turned back to him after he was finished describing the classification of batshit. "Damn, you're racist. but I gotta ask, would either of 'em even want a Mexican girl? I don't think I'd fit in too well with a bundcha Russians with their big snow hats. And From what I hear 'bout these other fellas, sounds like a big ol' sausage fest to me." After this last jeer at the gangs that she had never even heard of up until a few minutes ago, she turned her body back around.

"Okay, okay," With a smile, she put her arms at her side, "I'll do it. But is there any way I can be just an honorary member or something? Cause I don't even know much about this place yet. Sounds like you got a nice, established thing for the people like you and me, but what's the purpose? Just to protect each other from getting raped?"
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"No. I like talking about my front butt," he said with a huff and a sneer. "As for Traskmaster, he's really just named Trask. He's a dickweed and, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen him. Maybe.. Maybe not. He's not the type that comes out himself -- big ass coward. Hell, I don't even know if he's on this ship. It's just what the guards say. If I was you, I wouldn't worry about Traskmaster, just the guards. Sometimes they get fresh. Stress n' all. Workin' with three hundred depowered mutants suuure is tough."

Waving off the subjet of Trask, as it wasn't really that important, he moved on. "Yeah, sure. Get off it. Back to business."

A grinned passed over his lips as she called him a racist. She had no idea, but he'd let her know. "We have no issues with race. If we went by race, the leader of Gene Nation's a black guy, I'm a scrawny white boy, and Trader's probably italian. We have no problems with race, Keral. You'll learn that fast once we brainwash ya. And you have to get that -- if you don't believe in what we do, we're gonna get rid of you. We don't just say 'bye' either." Threats everywhere, Gene Nation was full of them. Hell, this whole prison is full of them. "Gene Nation, if you wanna call it that, is a mutant supremecy organization. We're mutants, supporting mutants, supporting the fact that we are the natural successors of the world. Humans are old news, Keral. It's the mutants that will inherit the earth now, not the meek."

"Great! All you have to do is pledge allegiance to the Nation and we'll be sure to do our part. Prison's complex: being alone is a weakness. Numbers are strengths here, because that's all we have. I could kill everyone in this joint if it was on the outside," exaggerating or not? Probably not... "And raping doesn't happen much here. Women and men are both here; the higher ups don't like it when mutants get funkeh, but it happens. I think rape is actually frowned upon here, but that doesn't stop the LD50 injecting their shit into eachother. Wackjobs."

"Anyways, now that I've totally saved your life, let's introduce you to the Nation."

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